is this what you think of me, so hollow? seems to take the place of things left behind. is this what becomes of us, never to be defined. thoughts still left unsaid, and you believe we can go on and on into infinity. we slowly kissed goodbye. i feel i'm left behind. i'm left behind. cheated at best, was i left for dead. does this make any sense, simple and complex? there's nothing a drink can't fix. pour another, thoughts still left unsaid, and you believe we can go. on and on into infinity.